“I’m home,” she announced in her normal, everyday voice.Bob levered himself up off the floor and sat on the edge of the couch. She was obviously...still acting out some plan.“How’d it go?” he asked, hoping he’d said the right thing.“It was wonderful!” she gushed. “I had such a good time.”Suddenly, Bob recognized that was just what she’d said when she came home from prom that night. He tried to remember what he’d said, but couldn’t.“Well, I’m tired,” she said. “I’m going to bed.”“Oh,” he said.. I stood at her feet and took in the sight of her perfection. Not a stretch mark nor a sag, no age whatsoever except young and amazing. Her breasts rose against her chest and were just a tad too big for her. Her nipples were like the paintings, small and pink and now pointing to the sky. Except for her long blond hair, she was shaved clean and her vagina was open to me. It was deep red and puffy, I could see her clit peeking out. Again I took my time and spent nearly a half hour on her hands,. I asked him where we were going but he was acting coy.We drove over to the next town and went to a department store. I was thrilled, I had some shopping to do. But once inside, Josh took out nearly $250 and said he was going to buy me new clothes."Oh Josh, you spoil me," I remember naively telling him."But I get to pick them out, ok babe?"I agreed of course, not knowing his real intention. I did my own shopping and met him at the fitting rooms where he had a small pile of clothes.We went to the. He didn’t know. He sat back down and waited. She didn’t come back downstairs. He looked at his cell phone again. It read 5:43. What’s she doing he wondered? He didn’t know what to do exactly. Then he decided to call up to her. “Becki ohhh Becki,” he said from the bottom of the stairs. “What are you doing?” She didn’t say a word. She didn’t say anything. So he headed up, slowly, to find out what she was doing. “Becki,” he said again. “What are you doing?” “Nothing” she replied. He headed down.